At the bottom of the lake I will bury my mistake
Silver needles thread the bank, burning brains all softly sank
In the ferns there lay entangled
Severed smiles and memories mangled
Summoning a trepidation
To this old and sovereign nation
In the shadow
In the valley
In the mountains where my father was a young man
If your mind's playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
If your eyes are playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
If no one's playing tricks on you
Don't be afraid
Sleep is ready for to take, there is nothing but to wake
I have everywhere to thank, write the Autumn mornings blank
Spirit, I have found a treasure
Perfect comfort in great measure
Thirty days is too long waiting
Anxious and anticipating
In the shadow
In the valley
In the mountains where my father was a young man
The former frontman of the Pains of Being Pure at Heart lets loose with a passionate, Dylan-esque record full of razor-sharp lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2021